WHAT’S MY LINE?

LOOE VALLEY'S ADAPTATION OF THE POPULAR BBC QUIZ SHOW

Monday 4th February at the Hannafore Point Hotel
7.00 for 7.30 pm dinner

Ladies and Guests Welcome

Looe Valley Christmas Circus

See the strongman showing his all, and losing his dignity. Who's the pretty fairy in blue?

Now Where Did I Leave My Sleigh?

Happy New Year

Here's wishing both of my readers a Happy New Year.





Competition
Name the Santa (clue: he's often found in M&S)


How was your Christmas? Here's a little account of mine .............

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses how sparkly, our wrinkles so merry;
our punchbowl held prune juice and two drops of sherry.

A bedsock was taped to each walker , in hope
that Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
secure in this residence, as each comprehends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,
like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
and from them had crafted a holiday wreath.

The bed pans so shiny, all stood in a row,
reflecting our candles' magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive - the joy wouldn't stop -
was creamy, warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
like"Where are you living?" and "What are your names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
in hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow
made outdoors seem noon to us old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(but we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from he way that he strutted and jived
our social-security cheques had arrived.
We sang - how we sang - in our monotone croak,
'till the clock tinkled out its soft 8 p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
while nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
'fore long you'll be with us! We wish you the best.